it is hopeful

There is a pause. She ashes her cigarette. It falls on me. It seems like the birds have stopped too.

The bird dives back into the tree. It shakes, some leaves fall.

"I'm only attracted to you", he replies. "Like, you only."

Above and behind a window opens and a cigarette hangs out.

"Put a blanket."

all that is to say

i don't really want to be associated with that one for some reason

bro i read nothing in my life

like first name

ahnaf abrar

i did until you asked which kind of gave it away

abrar?

isaac

ion

is this you as well

its good short few pages

no longer writing in the third person

nope. i only remember the leaves bristling behind the window during chemistry class

think this is much more rhizomatic or immanent or mazelike than mainstream education now

i really havent